They flapped stubby wings, marched around the room, and sang the song of the high-low bird.

<crunch>
My wife asked, “Did you steal the hexagon crackers?”
<crunch>
“No…Maybe…Yes?”
<crunch, crunch>

The boy sauntered into the kitchen.

I’d already cleaned the table.

䷆䷓

There is game in the field. It furthers one to catch it.